Cameron struggled against the urge to laugh - and failed. She put two fingers over her mouth and reduced the laughter to a smirk. "Mouth closed when you chew, Wilkes." She winked and scooted into the empty spot beside him. She grinned at his comment. "Have you discovered the kitchens yet?" And the lovely beings the elves were? Cameron, when she was on better terms with the creatures, got them to make her meals after hours. Nommy.

She eyed him a moment. "Cheese? Anyone?" She grinned though. This was exactly what she'd come for. Some cheering up. While she could contest pretty. She wasn't pretty at all, she would gladly accept the corny, humorous conversation James would bring. Yay for immaturity.

"I'm shocked. What happened to that sterling record of yours?" SNORT. Sterling her purpe Pygmy puff.